"Void of Silent Darkness."
The final of the four moves of Kyle's sword art was intertwined with the very darkness Azazeal ruled, capable of erasing anything.
He had infused the strike with several dark natural laws—Death, Darkness, Decay, and Oblivion—letting them flow along the edge of his blade while drawing upon the chilling power of his Celestial symbol. So, after the blade fell, the force of all those converging powers was so tremendous that even Kyle himself was pushed backward by the recoil.
The seven figures in front of Kyle tried to evade the attack instinctively despite their fearless resolve, but one was still struck.
Kyle breathed deeply, a cold wisp of white escaping his lips, as he watched one of the seven bodies split cleanly from shoulder to torso. His brows knitted. After all, the strike he had just unleashed possessed the power to completely erase anything it touched into nothingness, yet when it came to Azazeal, only the body was cleaved in two halves.
